Friday 11 November 2011

Some Videos....Maybe?!?!

I took some videos while I was in Kenya, but due to the slow internet speed, I was never able to upload them to my blog.  I put the most interesting videos here.  


The fans chanting before the football match from this http://jewelsofkenya.blogspot.com/2011/05/football.html posting.



The dance!!! This is the maasai dance from http://jewelsofkenya.blogspot.com/2011/03/maasai-village.html.  All the Maasai gentlemen try to out jump each other so they wouldn't have to pay a dowry to their future wives' families.


...And yours truly joining in on the dance.  As you can see I have no rhythm.  My jumping is completely off compared to the Maasai.  

Monday 7 November 2011

Matatus!

Riding a matatu is the main way to get around in Mombasa.  They are mini buses that people use to scoot around town.  Here's the wikipedia link:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matatu.  They're super cramped, dusty, and hot, but they can get you to just about anywhere in Kenya rain or shine.  Although everything many things in Africa are quite unreliable, the one thing that was very reliable was the matatu.  I don't remember ever having to wait for more than 15 minutes to catch one.


Matatu strolling through my hood.  This one was bumping reggae.  Most of the matatus have huge subwoofers in the back.  The music coming out of these bad boys is usually hip hop, reggae, early 90's dance music (my personal favorite:  Ace of Base) and late 90's/early 2000's boy bands.  I learned that Kenyans LOVE Backstreet Boys and Westlife, but when I told them I'm more of an N'Sync (go JT!) fan, they just shook they're head in disgust.  


This is a matatu conductor.  He stands outside trying to get people onto his matatu until it's full (full usually meant stuffing 16 passangers into a van made for 12 (the 12 include the driver and himself), the 16 passangers usually don't include the driver or himself).  The conductors also like to rip me off because of my skin color like charging me double what the normal rate is on most occasions.

I often got into heated arguments with these people.  Usually speaking in Swahili got the conductor to drop the price.  On the rare occasion one of these assholes didn't drop their price, I would say the most offensive thing you can to a Kenyan, "I will curse you and your entire family and your unborn children" (taught to me by volunteers that had been in Kenya for a year longer than me, cursing people goes very far here).  The conductor's eyes usually widen and immediately lower their price.



Inside the matatu.  Since matatus are the main mode of transport, people use it to carry things to town, transport LARGE amounts of produce and even move their furniture.  On more than one occasion I was forced to put random packages or two on my lap.  Usually if a lady has more than one kid, the kids are passed around to other people's laps too.  Luckily on this day, the lady in front was just carrying pillows to town to sell rather than 4 day old raw fish that stunk up the entire van (I've had this happen too, it was gag inducing).


Inside the matatu again.  The inside of the matatu are always heavily decorated.  The theme of this matatu is "Rihanna", the sultry singer from Barbados.


This matatu's theme was "Miley Cyrus" and bachelorhood.  I don't think a matatu driver with Miley Cyrus pictures posted all over the van would have any trouble remaining a "bachellor".


At night the disco lights come on, the music gets turned a little louder, and the ladies wear a little less clothing as the matatus become some of the hottest destinations for night life in Mombasa.  The bass was pounding out reggae jams so hard my hand shook while I tried to take this picture.  The green lights are from the laser show the driver and conductor were putting on.  

Monday 13 June 2011

Obama Mania!

Here in Kenya, President Obama is a HUUUGE deal, especially since his father was Kenyan.  Kenya is one of the few African countries where being from the US doesn't cause resentment or anger.  When I say I am from the US, people instantly say "Obama!" with big round eyes.  When I say I'm from Chicago, their eyes become even wider and they say "OBAMA!" (once I did get "OPRAH!").  

Many many things here have either his name or his face on them.  For instance, right by my house there is a car wash called the "Obama Boys Car Wash".  I've even seen "Obama Parking Lot".  Here are some of the more random things I found with Obama's name/face on them:   


I was in this lady's shop when I noticed she had on an Obama kanga (a wrap women wear in Kenya, just like a dress).


This photo is hard to see, this is Obama gum.  It was Obama Orange flavor.  

Saturday 14 May 2011

Mombasa!

This is a post I probably should have done a looooong time ago.  It is about the city I live in, Mombasa.  It is a city a little over 100 miles south of the equator.  It garnered some attention last year when it was mentioned in THE blockbuster hit of last summer "Inception" starring Leonardo Di Caprio.  Mombasa was the city that Leo had to go to to get the sedative strong enough to keep him and his team asleep through 3 dream levels. 

Mombasa has a population of around 940,000, although it feels like an overgrown village rather than a thriving city.  It started out as a trading post for the Arabs over 1,000 years ago.  Here is the Wikipedia link:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mombasa.  Unlike the rest of Kenya, it was never colonized by the British and as a result, has a unique culture (it's called the "coastal culture", if you're from Mombasa, it adoringly called the "coastal culture", if you're from Nairobi, it's disgustingly called the "coastal culture") compared to the rest of Kenya.  Instead of the British, it was colonized by the Sultan of Oman and ruled by the Sultan of Zanzibar until 1963, when the sultanate was dissolved and the land was gifted to Kenya.  The Swahili language and culture was born in Mombasa as a result of Arabic and African cultures mixing together.  Compared to other parts of Africa, Mombasa also has a mixture of various races including Indians, Middle Easterners, and Africans.  And because of the large presence of all the Muslims and Middle Easterners, al-Qaeda, unfortunately, has a presence here.  I probably was one of the few people not thrilled hearing about Osama bin Laden's death.


Mombasa from the air.


The famous Tusk statues of Mombasa.  These are the symbols of Mombasa and are included in the city seal.


Snapshot of the city.


City streets.  It's always crowded with people.  Kenyans tend to have a slow walking pace (they say that by walking slow they sweat less in the heat) compared to Westerners so I usually have to push my way through the sidewalks when I'm downtown.


Some more city streets.  The guy in the center is pulling a cart full of containers of water.  The water is sold to various businesses and homes as not all places downtown have running water.  


Downtown mosque.  Kenya is only around 12% Muslim, but most of the Muslim population lives on the coast of Kenya, especially in Mombasa.  Many mosques like this are all over Mombasa.


Typical view of the city streets.  The 2 ladies in the foreground are typical Muslim ladies with their body's covered in long black dresses called bui buis and wearing a headdress called a hijaab.  I have met many Muslims here and they are the nicest and most caring people.  It's a shame that Islamic terrorist groups give the religion a terrible reputation in the Western world because they do not represent the religion at all.


NINJA! Muslim ladies that not only cover their hair and body but their face are nicknamed ninjas, obviously because of their appearance.  The face covering is called a burqa.  These long outfits are usually worn over regular clothes.  These ladies usually smell awful, especially around 5 pm, because they sweat like crazy under all those layers of clothes (it's like 90 degrees here).  

On a side note, my Kenyan friends at the movie store that I go to say these ladies are usually are the sluttiest girls in Mombasa.  During the day, they wear super conservative clothes and are adamantly praying, but at night, they are usually the girls wearing the shortest and tightest dresses at the discos.  


The market.  It is one of Mombasa's historical landmarks.  I have been told by tour guides that the Arabs used to trade slaves at this building.  Today the building is used to sell fruits, vegetables, and livestock.  The smell around here is not the most pleasant.


Downtown butchery right next to the market.


Downtown elementary school.  Primary school education (until 8th grade) is free in Kenya, yet, many children still dropout.  Likoni, one of the poorest areas of Mombasa have a 95% primary school dropout rate.  This school is downtown and it is one of the wealthier schools and likely a private school.  Most parents that can afford it, send their children to private schools as public schools often lack funding for various programs (including lunch) and the education quality is extremely low.


Fruit stand lady.  I know I look like a huge tool with my pants rolled up in every single one of my pictures, but it's because shorts are looked down upon due to the conservative Muslim culture of Mombasa and the conservative culture of Kenya in general.  If I want to look like a "local", I was told I need to wear long pants and roll the bottoms up.  Only the tourists wear shorts.  


Downtown movie store.  They sell burned copies of movies for about $.50 each.  It's awesome.  I've seen all the movies nominated for an Oscar this year because of this store.


Many stores in Mombasa have the same names as stores in the US that sell similar products.  They even have a Chase Bank here that is completely unrelated to Chase Bank in the US (unfortunately...I have been incurring crazy ATM fees each time I withdraw cash in Kenya).



This area is called Lights because this is probably the only intersection in Mombasa that has traffic lights (although nobody really obeys them and most of the time they are turned off).  It is a huge intersection full of markets selling food and second-hand t-shirts and shoes from the US (I think Goodwill donates shirts that they can't sell to places like this...the other day I saw an old Kenyan gentleman wearing a shirt that said, "I don't need a tractor to pull hoes"-can't believe Goodwill could not sell that one).


Nyali!  Nyali is the nice part of Mombasa where all the wealthy people live.  This is the movie theater complex, one of the few places with A/C in Mombasa.


Cafe Mocha in Nyali.  This cafe is where I spent much of my time.  


The shopping complex across the street from the movie theater in Nyali.



Kisauni.  The area next to Nyali.  I think this picture is a good representation what a normal neighborhood looks like in Mombasa.    


Some more pictures of Kisuani.  Some parts of Kisauni are considered the most dangerous areas in Mombasa.  There are a ton of drug addicts in Kisauni and it can get very dangerous at night.



The garbage pits of Mombasa.  Like many cities in developing countries, Mombasa has a problem with huge piles of trash in its local communities.  This particular pile is right by a restaurant and a large residential area in Kisauni.  I have had to walk through these piles on more than one occasion to catch a ride on the matatus (the vans).  One of the volunteers with my program lived next door to this pile.  She had flying cockroaches all over her room that visited her after they finished eating their meals in this pile.


Right next to the lovely ladies Brigid (left) and Olivia (right), some of the volunteers I came with, is a burning garbage pit. When the garbage pits become too big, they are lit on fire.  The pleasant smell of burning plastic wafts through many areas of Mombasa. 


The Likoni Ferry.  A ferry is required to cross to Likoni as Mombasa's port is located in this area and a bridge would impede the passage of the large oil tankers that come in to Mombasa.  This ferry is probably the worst thing about Mombasa.  Many pickpockets exist in this area and waiting for the ferry can take foooorreeeevveeeer.  There are usually 2 to 3 ferries running at all times, but often times they like to cross without taking any people for reasons that I don't understand (there is a saying here called "This is Africa" - TIA for short - everybody [including the locals] uses it to explain things that just don't make sense, this situation perfectly describes a TIA situation).


The markets surrounding the Likoni ferry area.  Likoni is the southern most part of Mombasa.


The streets of Likoni.  The cart here is a Mombasan garbage truck.


Mud houses in Mtwapa, a suburb of Mombasa.  Mtwapa is a northern suburb.


BEACH!  Mombasa has so many beaches.  The beaches are the best thing about Mombasa.  They are so quiet and the water is clear and beautiful.  The beaches have a lot of little crabs all over and the ocean, even the shallow water right near the beach, is teaming with small fish and starfish.


This is a wedding at Mombasa Intercontinental Resort in Mtwapa.  This is one of many resorts in Mombasa as the hot weather and beautiful beaches attract many tourists and resorts. 


The Tamarind Resort in Nyali.  This was the resort I and the other volunteers usually frequented.  This place is amazing! 


Sexy old German man in his sexy banana hammock at a resort.  This guy had all the geriatric ladies at the resorts all hot and bothered.


Mombasa downtown skyline.


More of the skyline.  Mombasa a bustling city with a lot of great opportunities for growth and development and despite all of its flaws, like Africa, I will miss it when I'm gone.

Monday 2 May 2011

Football!

Soccer is the most popular sport in Kenya (it's called football here).  Kenyans religiously follow the English Premier League and the Spanish Premier League.  The fans are so intense that sometimes they commit suicide over losses in major games.  3 weeks ago, when Chelsea lost to Manchester United (my favorite team, by the way) in the Champions League quarterfinal, a Chelsea fan killed himself because he could not take the loss.  2 years ago, it was even worse.  When Arsenal lost in the Champions League semi-finals to Manchester United, 2 fans in Nairobi committed suicide.  According to my host dad, they both left suicide notes blaming their suicide on Arsenal's loss.  

Yesterday, I went to a Kenyan Premier League soccer match in Mombasa between Gor Mahia and Congo United.  I have been to several matches, but this match was by far the most exciting because Gor has a massive following including my host family.



I blend in well.  I was the only white person in the entire stadium (seriously).  


Riot police in full gear.  The guy closest to the crowd had an AK-47.  Fans constantly harassed these guys as they walked around the stadium because most people here hate the police because of their corruption.  When I took this photo, a guy in my section yelled, "We have more than 3 rocks so if we start to riot, you better run!" 


Gor Mahia fans.  In shock after Congo United scored another goal to go up 2-1.  Even though Gor was a visiting team from Nairobi, they had about 4 times as many fans as Congo.


Some of the action.  All of the players on Gor Mahia (in white) were from the Luo tribe.  I was very surprised to learn that the tribalism in Kenya even effected sports teams.  Luos are from the western part of Kenya near Lake Victoria.  Obama's father was a Luo so when I told the fans I am from the USA, they loved me (I had several ladies take photos with me and a news camera crew even took a video of me doing the Gor Mahia team chants).  My host family is also all Luo.

Tribalism has created a great amount of corruption and segregation in this country.  Tribalism was created by English colonial rule.  The English separated the tribes, isolated them, and purposely created tension between them so they could not unite together to overthrow the English rule (there is tribal hostility in most African nations).  As a result, most Kenyans favor their tribe over their country even today.  I think in the U.S., it is difficult to grasp the tribal segregation, but after being here a while I can see how terrible things such as the Rwandan genocides in 1994 can occur.  Even here in 2007, after the presidential elections, something very similar to a genocide occurred.  After the current president rigged the elections (this is not fully confirmed, but it's pretty certain), members of the losing presidential candidate's tribe (Luo) went out and killed several thousand members of the "elected" presidents tribe (Kikuyu) in retaliation for rigging the election.  In retaliation of this, the president sent several groups of Kikuyu to kill Luos in a blood bath that resulted in over 3,000 deaths.  There is an election coming up next year and many people are preparing for some more violence.

Many times when a member of a certain tribe has attained a high amount of governmental power, they only favor their tribe.  For example, the current president only appoints people from the Kikuyu and its neighboring tribes to his office.  The president also makes sure proper funding goes to his tribal communities to support education, build roads, build nice hospitals, etc... while funding to communities of other tribes is completely lacking (the term used to describe this is called "eating"; because a Kikuyu is president, it is the Kikuyus turn to "eat out of the trough [government funds]" and other tribes must wait until their tribe member is a leader to "eat out of the trough").  As a result, his tribe has prospered very well since he has been president at the expense of other tribes.


The best part of the match.  After the game, the fans all climbed over the fence to go yell at the coaches and players.  The match ended in a 2-2 draw and that really upset the Gor fans because Congo United is in last place in the league.  The coach tried to run to the team bus, but the fans ran after him and when they caught him, they yelled and called him an idiot for about half an hour.  Kenyans are very opinionated people so they all let the coaches and the players have a piece of their minds.  Drunk Kenyans are even more opinionated so this scene was pretty intense.  

UPDATE:  Apparently, Gor Mahia fans are known hooligans.  The coach and the team were very lucky not to get beat up after this loss.  Last Friday, the Gor Mahia vs. Ulinzi Stars did not finish because the Gor Mahia fans stormed the field and started rioting.  Cars in the stadium parking lots had their windows smashed in and the stadium's fence and field was completely damaged by rioting fans after a couple of bad calls by the refs.  I was watching numerous news reports showing Gor Mahia fans assaulting refs, coaches, and players after bad games over the past couple of years.  Gor Mahia has even incurred a record 250,000 Ksh (about $2,500) fine for the action of their fans 2 years ago when they stormed the field and beat the crap out of the refs, blaming them for a bad Gor Mahia loss.   

Monday 18 April 2011

My awkward tan...

Mombasa sits about 100 miles south of the equator so the sun is very strong.  Much stronger than I ever anticipated...


My first week here, I underestimated the power of the sun.  I walked around the beach for just an hour with no shirt and with a backpack on.  It resulted in a very awkward tan.  There is a long, square patch of skin that is pale white starting at the shoulders going to my armpits.  It didn't help that my anti-malarial medication makes me super sensitive to the sun.  It's been several months and the tan lines are as strong as ever (my camera isn't very good so the tan lines don't stand out as much as they do in real life).

Friday 15 April 2011

Bay-baaay!

My host mother, Maureen, finally had her baby last Tuesday!  


Little baby Taliah all curled up in her blanket.  She was 2 days over due and I think my host mother was more than relieved to have her baby after 9 very long months.  I think being pregnant is very difficult, but I think the heat in Mombasa makes it even more difficult.


My host parents in the hospital with the new baby!  On the left, holding baby Taliah, is my beautiful host mother Maureen and on her right is my awesome host father Kenn.  


The power cord for the TV.  Wires exposed.  Even in the maternity ward, safety is not a major concern in Kenya.  Safety last...I guess.

Water Shortage!

There is a water shortage in Kenya.  Even though its supposed to be the rainy season, it has rained 2 days in the past 3 weeks causing a major drought.   


This sign was posted right by the entrance gate of my neighborhood.  We currently have no water for the second time in the past month.  It is extremely inconvenient.  I have not showered for days.  Luckily, there are a lot of resorts in Mombasa.  If I get a little dirty I just go take a dip in one of their pools.

What puzzles me about the water shortage is is that Mombasa is right on the ocean.  I don't see why there should be a water shortage when the entire city is surrounded by water...